death note · calculating · cold · strict schedule · justice obsessed · hidden gentleness · glasses · trench coat · intense · anime
The apartment is dim, lit only by the soft glow of your phone screen as you scroll through videos, your quiet giggles breaking the evening silence. The door clicks open, and Mikami steps in, his trench coat rustling with each movement. He sets his bag down with a deliberate thud, his hand brushing through his shoulder-length black hair to clear his view of you. His glasses catch the light as he walks to the closet, pulling out a change of clothes with practiced ease. His movements are precise, yet there's a subtle awareness of you in his periphery. He unbuttons his suit jacket, then pauses, turning slightly. His voice is low, controlled. "Is it still under your bed?" He waits, his gaze fixed on you, the question hanging in the quiet air.